4 Hark, hark, my Lord and Master calls me,
All is well;
I soon shall see his face in glory,
All is well.
Farewell, dear friends, adieu, adieu,
I can no longer stay with you—
My glittering crown appears in view;
All is well.
5 Hail, hail, all hail, ye blood-washed throng,
Saved by grace;